The Search; The Path (day 217)

When you borrow your blanket
Don’t ever fight the threads that tickle your nose
Let the light wind collapse over your furrowed brow
And rest your pretty curls on my open chest

At last, I’ve waited here for you
I’ve set the table with its places
I’ve lit the candles; welcomed you in
Oh lord, let the sun shine down

When I come again, in another time
I’ll let your eyes hover close
Let your fire flare up
Lets make good and well to the news tonight

A new wind cools our sails
The rise above fits deep within
The railroad creeks on as we circle our life begin
And you, and me, we seek within

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